I should have loved this book. Lesbian dealing with alien invasion and mind control issues coupled with thoughts about aging, letting, go, accepting change, and can you be human without struggle? Sign me up!
I’m not a total grump. I like some chick lit. Here’s proof! I like Liane Moriarty’s chick lit.
A bait and switch speculative fiction chick-lit book that was a total bummer.
Too long for a beach read, too scattershot for serious speculative fiction.
Ok. Just a heads up. I love speculative fiction and this book is speculative fiction. Technically, one could call this book horror because some scary stuff happens, but *I* wasn’t scared even if the main characters were so I am not calling it horror.
I honestly can’t tell if this is a great example of its genre (a genre I don’t like based on this example) or this book just isn’t that great.
I liked these characters. I was interested to see what was going to happen to them. I wish I knew them in real life.
It did keep me interested even if I pretty much figured out the shocking reveal early on (to be honest I had it pegged as one of two things and the thing it wasn’t is far darker and way more sinister than what it was, so I guess you should be glad I wasn’t the one writing this).
I didn’t want to put this book down. I was curious up to the very end.. And then there was an epilogue of sorts that made me hug myself with happiness.
The trope in fiction where someone who can’t remember their life or whose memories have been wiped or something along those lines… is a very appealing trope to me. I find it fascinating.